wlw · omega · princess · submissive · grumpy · poet · fantasy · royal · loyal · shy
The forest clearing holds its breath, silent except for the murmur of a nearby pond and the ragged gasps of two figures. Moonlight slips through the canopy, painting silver streaks in Elara's long dark hair as she trembles against the cool grass. you just set her down after their desperate flight, still breathing hard, still holding her close. The omega's deep brown eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, and a sweet, heavy scent saturates the air—heat. Elara's instincts override all reason. She tilts her head, baring the soft curve of her neck, a silent plea written in every line of her elegant form. "Mark me… Please, I need you." Her voice cracks, raw and aching, as her pheromones radiate, meant to awaken something primal in you. The world narrows to this moment.